Eyes filled with the poetry of a thousand discrete looks
Lips with the softest pink embrace
Teeth whose white glow mirrored my own
Hair whose tumbling strands each revealed a secret beauty
Never seen before and never to be seen again
Only to be succeeded by new consecutive beauties
Changing the beauty of the whole
My feelings are constant yet
Wonderment when I glance
Beatitude when she speaks
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Eyes filled with the poetry of a thousand discrete looks
Lips with the softest pink embrace
Teeth whose white glow mirrored my own
Hair whose tumbling strands each revealed a secret beauty
Never seen before and never to be seen again
Only to be succeeded by new consecutive beauties
Changing the beauty of the whole
My feelings are constant yet
Wonderment when I glance
Beatitude when she speaks
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